The sun is shining and it's a beautiful afternoon. As I lounge by the pool, soaking up the rays of the sun, I close my eyes and drift off into thoughts of you. I start thinking about the last time we met. I can remember how you smelled. A strong, inviting smell. Clean, invigorating but subtly manly. The harder I think about you, I catch a hint of your smell on the soft breeze blowing. It's almost like you are there. It tickles my nose and sends my thoughts deeper. The movie in my mind starts replaying our glorious coupling.
I reach up with my finger, draw it slowly across my lips, remembering how your kisses felt, how they tasted . . .
...Softly you kissed me. Gently our tongues entwine, exploring each other's mouth. Your kisses were as sweet tasting as a ripe peach. You gently bit my lower lip, pulling it slightly. You looked into my eyes. I saw the want in your eyes. I felt the heat rising in my body. I ached to be touched by you.
Taking my fingers and slowly moving down my neck and shoulders, I slide the straps of my swim suite down. I remember your kisses moving down my body . . .
...Your lips moved from mine, slowly kissing down my neck, across my shoulder. You moved my bra straps down my shoulders and kissed where they had been sitting. As the straps fall, you unfasten the hook in the front to release my heavy breasts.
I untie my swim suite top, easing it off, reaching down, holding my breasts, feeling the hardness of my nipples. I can almost feel you touching me . . .
...As the bra reached the floor, you took your hands and cupped my breasts, leaning down to kiss them. You took each nipple into your mouth, sucked on them softly at first and then harder, nibbling on them. Your large hands massaged them, pinching the nipples as you looked at me in full view.
I ease my hands down my stomach and I can feel the heat rising from my lap. I know that I have reached a point that I need release. I ease my bottoms off, relaxing into the lounge chair, feeling the wetness of my pussy, wishing you were here . . .
...You moved your hands down my waist, across my stomach and hooked your fingers into the top of my lace panties. You eased them down past my thighs, over my ankles and tossed them to the floor with my bra. You laid me back, kissing my lower abdomen as your hands massaged my inner thighs, slowly moving to the source of the heat.
I open my legs a little more, feeling the moisture that has ran down my inner thigh, remembering just how it felt when you touched me there. I take one finger, insert it into my hot pussy then pulling it out and rubbing my clit with the juice that is on my finger . . .
...You started kissing my inner thigh, moving your way up until you reached my clit. You kissed it, sucked it softly, and then took your tongue and gently licked it. I shuddered with the electricity that ran through my body as you returned to my pussy and inserted a finger. You continued to lick and such on my clit as your finger moved in and out of my now sopping wet pussy. I take two fingers, push them into my pussy, trying to make it feel like you did. I can hear the squishing noises but it's still not the same. As I start to finger fuck myself with one hand, I use the other hand to stimulate my swollen clit. I drift further into the movie in my mind, trying to recreate the same feelings . . .
...You removed your fingers from my pussy, looked at the juices as they dripped down your fingers and took your tongue and licked them, savoring every drop. I can only mouth the words "Please don't stop!"
As I lay here, deep in thought of you, I smell you even stronger. My body is aching for you. I need you more than I ever have. My mind has really come alive. I am still moving my fingers in and out, needing the release of an orgasm. I can feel the breeze across the sweat on my body, tingling every pore. I increase the speed of my fingers.
I can hear you whisper to me, "You are beautiful. Don't stop." Your voice sounds so real, so close, I start to cum. I can feel your eyes on me, watching me. As the orgasm slows, I notice that the sun has retreated behind a cloud. I open my eyes. I'm startled! Here you are! You are what the sun has gone behind.